Ethan looked down at his own hands, resting palms-down on the light oak grain.

“No,” Ethan said.

“My father was working late at his law firm that night.”

“My mom watches it with us on the couch every year,” Sam said, picking his pencil back up.

“She brings out popcorn and makes sure nobody talks during the kitchen scene.”

Ethan swallowed once, his jaw tightening as he stared at the math page.

“She was always good at keeping traditions,” Ethan said quietly.

“She’s good at staying,” Sam said.